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[rowancrowned]

( he’s eager, when he speaks. it comes out slightly rushed. )

Will you destroy it, when you have your answer?

[elegiaque]

( the delay isn't because she doesn't know, it's because she's trying to work out what answer he wants to hear and avoid giving it to him.

in the end, )

Obviously. Anything else is exquisitely fucking stupid.

( the lampshade swings violently, etc. )

[rowancrowned]

( pleased: ) Good.

[elegiaque]

( heartbreaking: worst guy you can think of has a point. )

Yes.

( gwenaëlle clears her throat. )

That's all I needed, if you don't know anyone offhand who'd be useful.

[rowancrowned]

( he makes a noise, the ‘considering my mental phonebook’ noise. she knows how long to wait. )

None at the moment. Be well. I would like to know of your success?

[elegiaque]

( blandly, )

Well, you're in Research.

[rowancrowned]

That does not entitle me to information you might have otherwise preferred I not take an interest in.

[elegiaque]

No, it doesn't, so you'll have to wait until it's anyone's business like everyone else.

[rowancrowned]

( he knows that tone! he missed that tone. )

If there is any other way I may be of assistance, you only need ask. I am, after all, in Research.

[elegiaque]

( the sound she makes is pure pentaghast, and then the crystal connection is closed. )